Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

The deputy manager of the HR department hurriedly coughed lightly: "What's the point of making such a fuss? That's our president, Mr. Bo!"

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingya's face suddenly turned pale. Thinking of everything before, her legs were so frightened that her legs went limp, and she fell directly on the chair.

"Bo, Bo is always good..."

Seeing this, the deputy manager of the HR department immediately felt something was wrong, and looked at the two of them suspiciously: "Mr. Bo, do you know her?"

Wan Muyan glanced at the deputy manager of the personnel department meaningfully: "I don't know each other, I just met once."

For some reason, the deputy manager of the HR department only felt chills on his back, and always felt that it would not be as simple as meeting each other.

Wan Muyan picked up the information, and flipped through it casually: "Graduated from a prestigious school in country F, majoring in financial management, specialty..."

Seeing the specialty column, Wan Muyan couldn't help but snort: "Karaoke? Are you kidding me? Or do you want to tell me that you are more suitable to be a publicist?"

"I..." Song Qingya was at a loss for words, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, not daring to look into Mu Yan's eyes.

The deputy manager of the human resources department hated iron and steel. Is there something wrong with this girl's mind?

Throwing aside Song Qingya's information, Wan Muyan said indifferently: "I remember you were very confident just now, saying that you would definitely be selected. I'm curious, where did you get your confidence?"

As soon as these words came out, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the deputy manager of the personnel department, and the gaze he stared at Song Qingya was almost ready to eat people!
Song Qingya noticed the deputy manager's gaze, she lowered her head and dared not speak.

"Why don't you talk?" Wan Muyan looked up at Song Qingya: "Why don't you tell me where your confidence comes from, maybe I'll hire you."

"Mr. Bo!" The deputy manager of the human resources department stood up and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, she is my niece, but I really didn't expect her to be so embarrassing. Mr. Bo, please punish me!"

The personnel manager sighed, and couldn't help persuading him: "Mr. Bo, Deputy Manager Song can be regarded as the veteran of the company. There is nothing wrong with his hard work. I'm afraid it really has nothing to do with him this time..."

Wan Muyan glanced at the HR manager, then at the apologetic Deputy Manager Song, and didn't speak for a long time.

In the conference room, there was silence, and everyone was too nervous to speak.

After a while, Wan Muyan finally said: "For the sake of you not knowing, I don't care about this matter with you."

"As for you, Song Qingya, the position of deputy manager is definitely not for you. If you really want to stay, the company lacks someone who will sweep the floor. You can think about it yourself."

"What? I'm..."

"You only have one day to think about it, otherwise you won't even have the position of sweeping the floor." Wan Muyan interrupted Song Qingya's words indifferently, and then waved her hand: "Go out, next one."

"How do you..."

"Qingya, shut up!" Deputy Manager Song glared at Song Qingya, got up and pulled her out of the conference room.

Seeing this, the HR manager looked at Wan Muyan worriedly: "Mr. Bo, this..."

"It's okay, continue." Wan Muyan shook her head, not thinking about it.

The next one walked in quickly.

Wan Muyan glanced at the information, and raised her eyes to look at the person who came, with a playful look in her eyes.

Isn't this the girl who just argued with Song Qingya?

"Hello leaders, my name is Lin Luoluo, I graduated from Beijing Medical University, and I want to apply for the position of research and development staff."

"You graduated from the capital, why didn't you stay in the capital?" the HR manager asked.

"Yuncheng is my root, not to mention, the pressure in Beijing is too great, it's not suitable for me."

"You don't like pressure?"

"I don't think anyone likes too much pressure. Slight pressure is motivation, and excessive pressure is a burden."

The personnel manager nodded, then turned to look at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan looked at Lin Luoluo, and said in a deep voice: "I want to develop an acne cream. The prescriptions are Poria cocos, Lagerstroemia crape myrtle, Angelica...there are two ingredients missing from it. If it were you, what would you use?"